The Most Embarrassing Night of My Life Part One (New Content)

This new story will be shorter than the others that are ongoing but will still be two or three parts. Part one is below and it is only being posted here.

Part One

It all started a couple of weeks beforehand, to be honest. I stayed round at Daisy’s house often, and she mine. It had always been that way growing up. Of course, sometimes as kids we’d had proper sleepovers with a number of other girls over and ordering pizza and staying up late and all the usual clichés. In fact, we’ll come to one of those later. It’s very important in this story. However, we need to start with a smaller affair that took place a couple of weeks before, where I was the only guest staying over at Daisy’s house.

You might think it juvenile, and in hindsight, so do I. I certainly wish we hadn’t been, but we were playing a little two-girl game of truth or dare.

‘Truth or dare?’ I asked

‘Truth,’ replied Daisy.

‘You always go for truth!’ I cried

‘I’m allowed to,’ she protested.

‘Fine. Are you scared about going away to university?’

‘A bit, I suppose. But excited at the same time. It will be hard at first, I think. I’ll miss home, miss my friends. I guess I’m scared that nobody will like me.’

‘I know what you mean,’ I said.

‘Truth or dare?’ she asked, ‘though after lecturing me for picking truth, you’d better go for dare.’

‘Fine. I’ll take a dare. I’m not chicken.’

This the first of three major steps towards my downfall.

‘Oh, I’ve got a good one. Wait here,’ she said scurrying from the room with a grin.

When she returned she was holding something behind her back and had a devious look in her eye.

‘Your dare,’ she said, ‘is to wear this until you get home tomorrow.’

She brought a nappy out from behind her back. Or, on closer inspection a pull up.

‘Where on earth did you get that from?’ I asked. ‘Nobody in your house still wears nappies do they?’

‘Don’t tell anybody, but Cleo still wets the bed sometimes. She wears these just in case.’

‘Isn’t she nearly fifteen?’ I asked, shocked that somebody that age would still need to wear such an infantile garment. Aside from the clear purpose of it, it was bright pink with Disney princesses on it.

‘Yeah, but some people just struggle with that sort of thing. I seem to remember that you had a little accident not so long ago,’ so teased.

‘That was different!’ I protested, ‘I’d had too much to drink and you promised not to bring it up again.’

‘Okay, sorry, sorry,’ she said, raising her hands and showing her palms. ‘Look, are you going to do the dare or not?’

‘Fine,’ I said.

With just the two of us there, I saw no need for modesty. We had seen each other naked before. So, I slipped down my pajama bottoms and grabbed the pull up from Daisy. I opened it up, stepped into it and slid it up my legs until it was resting over the top of my underwear.

‘Um, Soph, I don’t think they work too well if you’re also wearing knickers underneath them.’

‘I don’t need it to work well. I’m not a bedwetter. Also, the dare only said I had to wear it. You didn’t say anything about having to take my knickers off.’

‘True, I suppose.’

I slipped my pajama bottoms back on and we both giggled when we realised that the waistband of the pull up was clearly visible.

‘Truth or dare?’ I asked.

‘Truth, obviously,’ said Daisy. ‘I wouldn’t want to end up dressed like you.’

‘You can’t say truth every time!’

‘Sure I can. You could have too, and then you wouldn’t be wearing a nappy.’

She had a point.

‘Okay,’ I said, ‘When was the last time that you wet yourself?’

She blushed.

‘Can I swap it for a dare?’ she said, which surprised me.

‘Well if you do, I think your dare will be to pee your pants, given the effect that the question had on you.’

‘Okay, I’ll answer the question. But you can’t tell anybody, ever. Promise?’

‘Okay. I promise.’

‘Year ten. On the way home from school.’

‘So you weren’t drunk or anything?’

‘No, I just … couldn’t hold on. Okay? Can we move on now?’

‘Does anybody else know?’

‘Just my mum and sister. It’s your turn.’

‘Fine. I’ll have another dare, because I’m not a coward.’

‘Fine then, nappy girl. Your dare is to go downstairs and get a glass of water.’

‘But your mum will see me. She’ll see what I’m wearing.’

‘Yes and when she does, you’re going to let her see that you’re wearing it, and when she asks you about it, you’re going to tell her that you’ve been having some issues with bedwetting recently.’

‘What if she doesn’t say anything about it?’ I asked.

‘Then you come back upstairs and your dare is complete. But I think she’ll ask.’

***

At first I didn’t think Daisy’s mum would say anything. She was sat at the table reading something on her laptop. I’d managed to get my glass of water and was almost to the door when she spoke.

‘Sophie, love,’ she said, ‘why are you wearing a nappy?’

I froze. Even though what I was about to say to her was completely untrue, it was still deeply humiliating.

‘Well, um, recently I’ve been…’

‘Wetting the bed?’ She asked, finishing my sentence for me after seeing that I was struggling.

‘Yes,’ I said, blushing furiously, despite the fact that I’d only wet the bed once since I was a little girl, and that had been the result of drinking too much vodka.

‘Cleo has problems with that too. I know it’s embarrassing, but you’re doing the right thing. Wearing the nappy I mean. It might not feel like it, but it’s the grown up way to deal with the problem. Can I make a little suggestion though?’

‘Um, I guess.’

‘You might want to wear different PJ’s for the big sleepover that’s coming up. Daisy won’t give you a hard time, but the other girls might if they find out.’

‘Oh, right, yeah.’

And this was the second step towards my downfall. You see, as a final sendoff before we all went off to university, we were having one last big girly sleepover. Not just Daisy and me, but all our friends from school as well. And now, Daisy’s mum, who happened to be hosting the whole thing, was expecting me to wear a nappy for it.